Allison Cold Spring Brothel ❤️

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Sarcasm time: oh yeah, totally “immoral,” ‘cept when kings and senators were regulars—LOL, right? Pisses me off, that double standard. But happy vibes? The freedom some workers grab—choosin’ their hustle, stackin’ cash. That’s power, man! Unleash it! Me, I’d prolly suck at it—too loud, too hype, they’d kick me out laughin’. “You’re overacting,” Caden’d groan, and I’d be like—damn straight, bro!

They couldn’t take it with them, so they stayed behind instead at Glen Cove

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So, Cold Spring’s main artery? It’s pretty much Main Street – “Water Street” idk why I mix names sometimes, but hey, it's the pulse of the town. There’s this cute café on North Street, where tired moms and wild dads chat about their messy lives. Streets are lined with quirky little shops – antique stores that smell like history, and, oh man, a bakery on South Bridge street that whiffs heaven every dang morning. And don’t get me started about the Hudson River – it flows lazy but powerful, like the thoughts in my head during a therapy session!

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